I spent last night with my mom piecing back together our family tree. Bless the mouse who nibbled carefully, sparing the details. My Pop Pop spent years doing the research to build this for me. Not only does it detail who married whom and the names of their children but the place they were born and the place they died. While I can’t identify the exact year the Scharff’s, Rubel’s, and Hirsch’s emigrated from Germany, I can get close. In a box, on a high shelf in my bedroom in Bellingham are the handwritten branches of my dad’s side and I can’t wait to knit the two together.